Cincinnati The Cincinnati skyline, as seen from Karen and Jay’s backyard with Theo the dog posing in the foreground.  Click on the photos to see them unobstructed. All photos copyright Sandra Carpenter.


Hot and sunny summer days. Big fluffy clouds that turn black and bring on thunder and lightening. Fireflies and the sound of lawnmowers.

Eating tomatoes and cucumbers right off the vine and getting fresh corn on the cob, green beans, peaches, blueberries and cherries from the farmer’s market.

Going to baseball games and doing the seventh inning stretch. Watching a polar bear cool off in the pool with a backstroke at the zoo. Having backyard BBQs and drinks outside with friends. Devouring raspberry chocolate chip ice cream and drinking gin & tonics, but not necessarily together.

Hanging out on the patio looking at the lake. Stopping at the neighborhood kids’ lemonade stands.

Sitting on car seats that stick to your legs and trying not to scratch my mosquito bites. Hating the air conditioned restaurants that freeze your fingers and toes in your warm weather clothes.

It’s summer at last. And that’s no thanks to you, Sweden. It’s all Cincinnati.

Reds baseball The Great American Ballpark in Cincinnati.


Cincinnati Findlay Market on a hot summer day.


Findlay Market Jalapeños for sale: $1 a box.


Cincinnati My niece Kate fending off the zoo alligator.




Major league baseball Even the buildings in downtown Cincinnati are decked out with a old-style baseball hat and mustache in honor of  the All Star game.


After an hour of pouring rain and tornado warnings, there’s still a low rumble of thunder in the distance here. The thunderstorms have happened several times in the days that I’ve been back home in Cincinnati. And while I have enjoyed them, they have been wrecking havoc with all the festivities going on in town for the baseball All Star Game, which will be played here on Tuesday.

I like the old-time look of all the banners, mustaches and signs around the city. They give a nice nod to Cincinnati’s legacy as the first professional baseball team.


Cincinnati This mustache is just one of the many that are all around town.


Cincinnati Reds Cincinnati’s Great American Ball Park, the major league baseball stadium.


Cincinnati Classic baseball.


Cincinnati Reds And another one of the ‘staches around town.


Cincinnati Street banners.


Saturday market Copenhagen’s meat packing district.


I’m a big fan of Danish food, fashion and furniture, so going to Copenhagen always makes me happy. My friend Zanne and I went for a weekend at the end of June, and this time was no different on the fun factor–in fact, we had a blast.

A big highlight of the trip was the food and on Saturday afternoon, we went to the market in the meatpacking district – known in Danish as Kødbyens Mad & Marked. Even though the day was gray and it was often raining, the market was hopping and the atmosphere friendly.

Good music was playing and vendors were selling everything from Danish beer and cocktails to Mexican tacos, Korean bao and British fish and chips to a whole roast pig, baked breads and buns and garden-fresh vegetables and flowers. There was an amazingly good combination of international goodies to try, so we did our best to sample as many as we could.

Copenhagen market Making cocktails at Kung Fu.


Copenhagen market The tasty pork bao from the Kung Fu market stall.


Copenhagen market Market menu.


Copenhagen market Champagne tasting.


Copenhagen market Box of flowers.


Copenhagen market Vores baked goods.


Copenhagen market Rocket Brewing Company beers.


Copenhagen market Adelitas Mexican: hecho con amor.


Copenhagen market English-style fish and chips.


Stockholm A slice of the after dinner rainbow this evening. Click not he photo to see the image in full. All photos copyright Sandra Carpenter.


There’s been a LOT of talk about the weather in Stockholm lately. Basically, May went down as either: A) the coldest and wettest in 100 years or B) the coldest and wettest in 50 years, depending on what source you read. And June has not fared much better.

The warmest days we’ve had so far were 24 c and well, there were only two of those. It’s just not what I call summer weather.  And while I’ve made my peace with temperatures not being what I prefer, all this rain has meant that I have not gotten to enjoy the long hours of light as much as I would like. I live for the long hours of daylight this time of year.

We did our annual midsummer celebration at Nici and Roger’s home on the water last week. It was not only rainy, but cold too. So while we managed to stay outside in a tent for a good part of the day, we were all bundled up in warm coats and blankets.

On the balcony tonight, we were enjoying the gorgeous color of the light. Then it started raining. Again. Oh well. At least there was a full rainbow and it was a double, as you can see in the image at the top of the page.

So that brings me to Swedish summer. So far this year, warm weather has just been something I’ve longed for. But what I do love about even a not-so-summery summer in Stockholm: the fact that even though it’s raining right now, sailboats are still going by, that even though temperatures are cool, people are still picnicking and eating outside–but with warm clothing on and blankets, as you can see in these photos from midsummer.


Stockholm The light at midnight on midsummer.


Stockholm Toasting midsommar in spite of the chilly temps.


Stockholm Boat traffic outside my front window, 11 pm on a Monday.


Stockholm Big clouds on midsummer.


midsommar in Stockholm Cheers!


Stockholm Just after a rain shower, midsummer.



sculpture by the sea Den Uendelige Bro (The Endless Bridge) by Johan Gjode and Niels Povlsgaard. Click on the photo to see the full image. All photos copyright Sandra Carpenter.


Sculpture by the sea Volatile Structure VI by Geraldo Zamproni.


By the sea, along the beach and through the forest. That’s where the art show was that I went to yesterday.  I’ve been in Aarhus, Denmark for an article assignment and I was lucky enough to be in town for the opening day of Sculpture by the sea.

This show is a unique outdoor sculpture exhibition that is set up along the coast of Aarhus. It’s free, catalogs are available for purchase if you want to know more and you can look at the sculptures any time during the day or night for the next month. And of course, the “gallery” itself provides a perfect setting to enjoy the work of 56 different artists from around the world.

It was Danish national day, so people were out picnicking, walking, jogging and just hanging out with the sculptures, and depending on the piece and if you were allowed to, they were sitting and climbing on and under them and even kissing one.  This is the fourth exhibition of its kind in Denmark and it happens every other year. It’s modeled on a concept from Australia which started in Sydney in 1997. Crown Princess Mary is from Australia and brought the idea to Denmark together with her husband Crown Prince Frederik.

I love the idea and the execution of the show and if you are in Aarhus, it is well worth checking out!



Sculpture by the sea Horizon by Lucy Humphrey.


Sculpture by the sea Inner Sanctum by Ron Robertson-Swann.


Sculpture by the sea Give me a kiss by Qian Sihua.


Sculpture by the sea Divine three winds by Norbert Francis Attard.


Sculpture by the sea Divided Planet by Jorg Plickat.


sculpture by the sea Kakashi by Zilvinas Kempinas.



Stockholm There have been rainbows almost every evening lately. Click on the photo to see it unobstructed. All photos copyright Sandra Carpenter.


Even after living in Sweden for a decade, I’m still filled with wonder by the long days of summer light. Sunshine wakes me up somewhere around 3.30 to 4 am these days. I go back to sleep, then wake up with a start, worried that since the sun is so very bright in my bedroom, I must be late for work. But it’s only 4.45 am.

So I put on my eye shades and am so happy that I can still sleep for a while longer before having to get up. But then I am checking the clock again very soon. It’s a little frustrating because I am definitely NOT getting enough sleep these days. But mostly, I am too excited to sleep any more. Like a kid at Christmas eager to check out the presents under the tree, the light beckons me to leave my bed and start the day.

By the way, the official sunrise time for today in Stockholm is 4am. But the sky is light much earlier than that, of course. It’s all rather glorious.


Stockholm Garden colony house in yellow.


Stockholm Riddarholmen.


Stockholm Pink clouds at sunset.


balcony garden Both the hanging boxes of daisies have grown a lot in the last week. Click on the photo to see it without the blog roll on top of it. All photos copyright Sandra Carpenter.


balcony garden Basil, chives, lettuce, mint.


Last weekend, we bought all sorts of flowers, tomatoes, lettuce, basil, cucumber, chili pepper, capsicum, mint, chives, strawberries and planted them in containers on our balcony. This weekend, we bought an IKEA table and chairs for the space. Then Robert spent hours assembling all the pieces from the flat packs. Now we are waiting for it to stop raining so that we can move all of it outside.

Maybe it doesn’t sound like much, but it’s been such a “right” thing to do. We lived in limbo for so long, moving from one temporary apartment to another. Over and over again. Somehow, incongruously, we spent four years moving from one second-hand rental to the next. We lived in way too many temporary places. (You can read about one of the move stories here.)

It wore us down in every way possible: emotionally, financially and more. We knew that we needed to buy a place.  But it got to the point where even looking for an apartment to buy became a chore. After we finally bought and moved into our own place in October, it took awhile for us to settle down. Looking back, I think we just needed time to recover. So we moved stuff in, but didn’t do any decorating for the most part. I mean, things were arranged, but we only hung a picture or two on hooks that were already there. We didn’t add our own touches. Until now.

That’s why planting made me so darn happy. Dare I say it? It felt like we are putting down roots. At last.


rain delay As we wait for a break in the rain, the newly built balcony chairs are scattered around the apartment.


balcony garden Cherry tomatoes and peppers.


balcony garden Tomatoes and cucumbers.


Sydney Harbor Bridge The Circular Quay view of Sydney Harbor Bridge never gets old to me. (Click on the photo to see it without the blog type on top of it.) All photos copyright Sandra Carpenter. 


Sydney Sydney ferry meets Opera House.


Sydney Potts Point: Llankelly Place.


After a holiday, it’s easy to say I wish I had more time–More time with family, relaxing, sightseeing, shopping, enjoying peace and quiet, hanging out in nature (check all that apply). While it just wasn’t long enough, and I definitely wish we had a bit more time, this trip to Australia did have a good balance.

We spent time with Robert’s family and friends, in the country, the capital territory, Sydney, and the Great Barrier Reef.  We  ate amazing food and drank good wine. We hiked, we swam, had BBQs, chatted, laughed and hung out. It was really nice.

But of course, it wouldn’t be a holiday for me without having some sort of stupid thing happen. This time, it  was the jelly fish encounter. We were snorkeling on our final day on the reef when we got caught in a gigantic school of jelly fish in shades of pinks, purples , blues and greens and in all sorts of pretty, mushroomy shapes. Lovely to look at yes, but the beasts kept stinging me. It felt like someone was poking me with a needle over and over again. So while annoying after a while, it was really no big deal. Until later, that is.

That night, I started noticing all these tiny bites on my arms and legs that gradually grew larger and more “welty” by the next day. It looked like I had the chicken pox. The bites itched like hell. And since I had so many bites–around 100–I also felt kind of ill. Adding insult to injury, the misery came on with a fury during our long flight home to Stockholm.

I was not happy. But at least I wasn’t bitten by the deadly box jellyfish. And after a few days, I was feeling better. Now there are just two rather ugly marks left on my arm. I guess I could call them a trip souvenir?


jelly fish After four days, most of the jelly fish bites were looking better. (That’s a side view of my ankle!)


Australia Countryside: Tubbul, New South Wales.


Australia Eucalyptus trees in country New South Wales.



New South Wales Country road block.


Australia Uncle Peter’s freshly plowed field. Tubbul, New South Wales.


Ms G's The ocean trout tostada with green papaya, guacamole and red nahm jim at Ms G’s. Crazy good.


Ms G's This mini bánh mì starter at Ms G’s was also so very, very good.


Ms G's The ‘Buddha’s delight’ salad at Ms G’s.


There’s a definite pattern as to what I love to eat in Australia: Asian food. Thai, Chinese, Vietnamese, and that Asian fusion combination that’s done so well in this part of the world. I am up for it all.

On this trip, we tried some new places in Sydney and went back to some old favorites as well.  James took us for a fabulous night on the town (see his link for the full list of options he gave us to choose from) and we started the evening at Uncle Mings, a dimly lit and cozy basement bar located beneath a men’s clothing store.  We all had some excellent cocktails. Mine was called the Ahn Do and it was a combination of gin, shiso umeshu (Japanese basil and plum wine), coriander and lemon.

Moving on, our next stop was Mojo Record Bar, just a few doors down from Uncle Mings. There’s a record store upstairs and in the rocking basement bar, there are records on the ceiling, concert posters on the walls and as might be expected, good music playing on the sound system.

Figuring that we should eat, we moved on to James’ Surry Hills neighborhood for dinner at Long Grain. I had stir-fried beef with black beans, snow peas and ginger. Robert was happy with his green jungle curry and James liked his duck Maryland.  The nightcap across the street at Hotel Hollywood was a perfect way to cram in some more conversation at the end of a fun evening playing catch up.

Robert and I spent another fantastic evening at Ms G’s. You can see a few of the dishes with the post here. We’ve been to this Potts Point restaurant before (read about it here) and loved it. So we could not resist going back. Our night there did not disappoint.

We checked out Spice Temple on yet another dinner date in Sydney. Funnily enough, this was yet another basement stop! We shared an interesting combination of flavors, including the roast pork belly you see below. While our meal was overall still quite good, I have to say that I preferred the other two restaurants more. That said, we did truly have a good time. Can I just say again how much I love Sydney….


Sydney The Guangxi style crisp roast pork belly with coriander, peanuts, red onion and sesame seeds at Spice Temple.


Sydney One of the many dining room areas at Ms G’s.


Sydney The basement bar at Uncle Ming’s.


Sydney Stir-fried beef at Long Grain. More tasty stuff.




Heron Island Shipwrecked birds.


Heron Island Bringing out the kayaks.


I’ve been back from Australia for a few weeks now and caught up in the busy-ness of working, seeing friends, exercising, cooking, shopping and all the other everyday life things. It’s all been good. But I’ve missed writing here. So I thought I would start with the Barrier Reef and share some of my favorite photos of the seabirds, butterflies, the beach and the reef itself. For such a small island, Heron is packed with wildlife of all sorts.

As for the tiny turtle hatchling, I was reading on the beach when he came by. (Heron is a nesting site for loggerhead and green turtles.) As I took his photo, I started seeing dozens of others, all scrambling to leave the nest, cross the beach and the rocks to get to the water and swim. This was no small feat given their size (roughly 7 cm) and the distance they had to cover and then finally the beach rocks themselves. They would climb up a “rock wall” and fall over onto their backs, scramble upright and go over another wall only to fall again. All the while, seagulls were swooping and squawking, trying to have lunch. (As it’s  an eco island, you can’t help the turtles.) The whole process was thrilling. And since there were so many turtles, only two were scooped up by seagulls. Somehow, it felt like a victory that so many could survive.



Heron Island Starfish at low tide.


Heron Island Coral at low tide.


Heron Island A brown booby. Yes, that’s really the name of this bird.


Heron Island Blue tiger butterflies.


Heron Island A turtle hatchling makes his way across the beach rock.


Heron Island Pisonia tree.


Heron Island Just another day in paradise.


Heron Island Arriving by seaplane.


Heron Island A seagull sunset.